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Pressed

 
i ring the doorbell    
you greet me in nakedness    
no words are needed    
   
eye contact rules now    
you're eager for instruction    
just like a good girl    
   
i pin you breathless    
vice gripping your puffy mound    
in my power grab    
   
fingers invade you    
one after the next..gauging  
your heat signature    
   
inquiring your lust  
polygraphing your insides    
milking confessions    
   
the floor shines in truth    
spilled from your appeasing cunt    
ready for service    
Written by Naajir
Published | Edited 23rd Jan 2019
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